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Peeking at her, I saw that her red hair was pulled into a bun. “I cried.”
“Oh God, why?” Mark groaned as he lifted my feet and slid in under my legs.
“I keep asking myself that too.” I shifted onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, shaking my head at my own damn stupidity.
“Was it the sex?” Cleo questioned. “Was it so good you cried tears of joy? Or so awful you wished you’d never gotten out of bed this morning?”
“Does that look like the skin of someone who regrets getting out of bed in the morning?” Mark pointed to my chest, and I quickly crossed my arms over my breasts.
“No, I didn’t cry about the sex,” I snapped at her. “And yes, the sex was great. It was passionate, a little dirty, and hella sexy.”
Thinking about it still made me feel hot.
“So, the crying….”
“It was the music,” I whispered. “He asked me to write down my music, and you know me; I became all emotional about it.”
“Seriously? You cried
about music? You’re hopeless, and I’m tapping out of this one.” Cleo turned back toward the television.
“So are you going to see him again?” Mark asked.
“No.” But I kind of wanted to, though I didn’t know why. “He’s a good lay, and he’s super hot, along with being rich, but honestly that was it.” I thought, not realizing I’d said it out loud until Mark replied.
“Does there need to be more?”
I kicked him, and he laughed. They were terrible influences on me, I swear.
Rising, I stepped over Cleo and headed toward my bedroom. “I’m going to take a nap before my shift.”
“Remember to wear a sweater when you go in,” Cleo yelled before they broke into laughter.
Urgh! Damn you, Theodore Darcy.
And damn me for thinking about you.
2:03 p.m.
Sleep. Why did I always forget my body needed sleep? I felt so stiff and groggy. Maybe someone could fill in for me on my other job?
“Felicity?”
“Yes?” I yawned and turned to face Rosemary, who looked at me oddly, her curly hair pulled back in to a useless ponytail.
“Table four asked for you. I can finish inventory.” She reached for the chart.
“Thanks. Sorry. I didn’t get very far,” I said as I handed it to her.
“It’s okay. Seriously, you look like you had a rough night. If you want to leave early, let me know.”
“I might take you up on that.” I smiled, heading into the front of the shop. Walking up to table four, I took out my order pad and wrote a few numbers.
“Hi, can I take your order?” I looked up, then stopped when Theo grinned at me. His green eyes shifted to the white-collared shirt I wore under my apron, the only thing hiding all his handiwork.
“One shitty coffee,” he said calmly as he unbuttoned his suit jacket.
“Sorry, we’re all out.” I glared.
